Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 136 Tom Riddle: Neighing
Darkness, silence, chaos.

This is a world with nothing in it, and Voldemort sleeps in it.

He occasionally wonders where he is, but the thought exists like a dream and cannot wake him from his lethargy.

Here, it seems that the concept of time and space does not exist. He does not know what he is, nor what time is.

It was so groggy, I don't know how long it took, and the light suddenly appeared.

……

Malfoy Manor, single-family building, basement.

"Quirrell, the Dark Lord has said, how long does this state need to last?" Malfoy asked Quirrell.

"No, we just need to wait." Quirrell glanced at Malfoy with a bad look, and said in a deep voice.

"Wait? You don't know how much pain we have endured, Quirrell, give me a moment." Old Crabbe roared.

"I really don't know, but if you decide to give up, I will give you a throat-cutting curse." Quirrell said coldly.

"Don't say a few words." Old Nott scolded, "Wait quietly."

At this point, everyone finally stopped talking.

……

After the light suddenly appeared, my mind was still muddled.

As far as the eyes could see, there was a world full of strange lights. Voldemort completely forgot who he was, and he didn't know where it was.

After an unknown amount of time, the world in front of me finally became clear.

Occasionally an old woman would appear to pick him up and nurse him, but most of the time he was alone.

"He's too young to take care of."

"The dean is already looking for someone to adopt him, kid, so he can find an adoptive family."

"Hey, he is also a poor child. Before his mother died, he said that they were abandoned by that man named Riddle."

"I heard that he is still a rich man. Men don't have a good thing. Whether they have money or not is not a good thing."

Words like this came from time to time, and Voldemort could occasionally figure out something, but most of the time he couldn't figure out anything.

This body is not controlled by him, as if controlled by another soul, he can only hide in it, watching everything silently.

I don't know when he can remember the past and control his body... He sometimes thinks like this.

After an unknown amount of time, his small body began to babble. During this period, some people came to visit him and even wanted to adopt him, but in the end there was no result.

After another period of time, Voldemort estimated three months, because he was able to turn himself over...

Turning over and over and sitting six times, although he doesn't remember who he heard it from, but he remembers this truth.

At the beginning, children appeared beside him, both men and women, who came to his stroller from time to time and looked at him curiously.

"He's so small."

"I heard from the dean that babies can easily find adoptive families. Why is he still here?"

"Some time ago, some people wanted it, but if someone said something bad about the child behind their backs, no one wanted it."

"Who said that?"

"I don't know, but I heard it's not the dean and the others."

"That's why some of us orphans said something bad."

The children's discussions let Voldemort know that he was in an orphanage.

Also, an orphanage with bad kids.

But he didn't care about these, he couldn't even control his body, he was just a spectator, so why should he care about all this.

Soon, the time came to six months, because he could already sit up.

On this day, he suddenly awakened an ability:
telepathy.

Although this ability is still beyond his control, when another soul uses it, he can also feel the effect of this ability:
Perceive the kindness and evilness of others.

Through this ability, and the information he heard, Voldemort was sure of one thing-there were no good people in this orphanage.

The children came to watch him, just to get a small piece of bread or toffee as a reward from the staff.

The staff took care of him, and they didn't have good intentions. They just did their work numbly, and every staff member would say anything when they complained.

After a while, he started to crawl, but it was not easy - severe malnutrition left him weak.

Some of the children who watched over him took pleasure in waking him in his sleep, making him crawl, kicking him down, and making him crawl again.

No child has ever stopped such behavior, and even some staff members will only watch coldly from the sidelines, or laugh along with the children.

There are even children who will secretly drink most of his bottle of milk when feeding him. If he dares to howl, those people will beat him.

What he saw filled Voldemort with resentment.

He even thought that if he could control his body one day, even if he was crawling, he would escape from here and wait for one day to come back...

Unfortunately, this body has never been controlled by him, and the other soul...

He was still too young to know anything about the outside world. Facing the surging malice and violence, he instinctively chose to succumb.

Such a child would grow up to be a coward... Voldemort sometimes thought so.

Time flies, and the frail body can finally stand up one day.

Also on this day, there was another change:

When several children came to feed him, they would take a sip alternately, and then give him another drink. They took turns like this, and not many could reach his mouth.

With some strength, the body was controlled by another soul, stood up tremblingly, and staggered to get the milk.

"He'll be gone."

A child said in surprise, then kicked him.

"Ah~"

He fell, let out a short cry, then tried to get up, and walked to his bottle.

"He's so persistent."

said the child with the bottle, gulping down the milk, then tossing the bottle to another child before he staggered past.

"Here, here, if you can come here, I'll give you a drink." The child who caught the bottle said.

With a small body, he tried his best to walk forward while holding on to the handrails, crooked, and kept falling down, but the hungry stomach still made another soul move forward according to the instinct.

"Boom."

Seeing that he got the bottle, the child kicked him hard, causing him to fall to the ground.

At that moment, Voldemort felt the wrath of another soul—the rage that was young, pure, and full of malice that another soul felt from other people.

Standing up abruptly, a strange sound came out of his mouth...

"Sizzle~~~"

Voldemort understood the sentence, he was saying "eat you".

The children were startled. They didn't expect that this toddler could actually make animal sounds.

And, it still sounds scary.

For the first time, another soul felt the fearful emotion of another.

"Heck~~heck~~~"

Sensing the fear of others, the other soul laughed happily and ran for the bottle again.

He felt that those people would give him the bottle, because when he was afraid, he would give in.

but……

"Snapped."

A mouth that came out suddenly slapped the young body around in a circle.

The other soul looked at the child who suddenly became violent in front of him full of doubts, with fear in his heart.

"My Falk."

As the child with the bottle said, he stepped forward and gave him a slap in the face.

Voldemort was furious, but unfortunately he couldn't control his body, and the other soul was completely frightened out of his wits.

At this moment, the eyes went dark, and another soul and Voldemort fainted at the same time.

(End of this chapter)